Chapter 1012: The Tomb Explodes (Page 1/1)

Until Changxingjun threw a grenade, Yue Tuo's face was not surprised. He finally waited for his chance, although the grenade could kill and injure the Jurchen armor soldiers, but the smoke of the explosion could obscure his vision.

It was especially obvious at night, when the Jurchen armor soldiers were blown up and could not stand up, and the smoke of gunpowder also blocked the view of the main Changxing army.

Yue Tuo waved his steel sword in the air and said, "Eight Banner Warriors! Rush over and kill all the mud! ”

Under his order, more than 500 armor soldiers rode on war horses and rushed forward like a gust of wind.

The horses rumbled on the ground, and the armored soldiers who had been knocked down by the grenades couldn't help but look behind them in horror.

The armoured soldiers, who could still move, immediately fled from the official road, and just as they hid in the grass, there were bursts of screams.

One soldier fell to the ground, the soles of his feet pierced by bamboo sticks in the ground, and blood was flowing from the soles of his feet, quickly soaking his boots.

The armor soldiers, who could not get up for a while, shouted at the cavalry who rushed towards them, but their shouts were in vain.

The military order has been issued, even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of them, they will rush over, and the shouts of the soldiers who fell to the ground were ignored by them.

The hooves of horses with the large mouth of the bowl trampled on the people's bodies, and even the armored soldiers wearing three layers of armor were not spared.

The Jurchen armor soldiers, who stepped on the corpses of their companions, rushed to the vicinity of the trunks of the trees that were blocked on the road, and it was not until they broke through the smoke that the Changxing army could see the enemy clearly.

Such a close distance was an instant for the war horse, and before he could throw a grenade, the Jurchen armor rushed to the front.

Yue Tuo, who was watching the battle, excitedly waved his hand in the air twice, and his strategy succeeded.

When approaching the Changxing Army, most of the grenades and firearms will be abolished, and the melee generals will be the world of Jurchen armor.

The Jurchen armor soldiers who rushed to the position of the tree trunk glanced at the low tree trunk with disdain, such a low trunk could not stop the footsteps of the Jurchen Iron Cavalry.

Seeing the distance, the armor soldier on the horse lifted the reins of the war horse with force, and the war horse under the crotch immediately jumped high in the ground with all four hooves.

The soldier on the horse looked at the trunk of the tree that he had crossed, and his heart was full of joy. Especially when I saw that the soldiers of the Changxing Army did not come up to stop them, but squatted down cowardly, afraid of being kicked by the war horse.

Mud Kan is Mud Kan, and it will never be on the table. He had already crossed the trunk of the tree that the Changxing army had stopped on the road, and then as long as he turned the horse's head, it would be a massacre immediately.

At the moment when his war horse landed, the war horse under his crotch suddenly let out a terrible scream, and his whole body fell.

The armor soldier on the horse was even more thrown out of the distance, and he felt what is called pain at the moment he landed.

No matter how you throw it, there will always be spikes of thistles piercing into the body, and the feeling is extremely sour, but if several, or even a dozen ironthisles, pierce the body at the same time, it is torture.

The armor soldier fainted in pain before he could stand up, and none of the Jurchen armor soldiers who crossed the tree trunk could stand up, and the serial traps made them suffer enough.

Even if there is a lucky fish that slips through the net, the slasher will rush up to mend the knife, and there is not a complete corpse under the snow swordsman.

In a short period of time, the Jurchen armor soldiers who crossed the tree trunk were killed and wounded, and those who did not cross the tree trunk were not happy.

Bows and arrows, short guns, and swords were all put into battle, and the Jurchen armor soldiers suffered heavy casualties in an instant.

Yue Tuo's eyes were about to fall to the ground, and the Jurchen armor soldiers who crossed the trunk of the tree were like stones sinking into the sea, and there was no movement at all.

The armor soldier on the other side of the trunk was slaughtered, and it was not until he saw the iconic sword that he knew who he was encountering.

The Vladivostok savages formed the Changxing army, and only their strong physique could wield heavy swords.

These East China Sea tribes, which were supposed to be the source of their Jurchen soldiers, have now become an important force in the hands of the Changxing Army, and when they think of this, Yue Tuo is heartache.

Damn Zhang Dou, damn Changxingjun, damn the Jurchens of all the tribes of the East China Sea, these people deserve to die.

As long as it is Dajin's enemies, they should die, and the Eight Banners Warriors will not let go of these damned people.

Yue Tuo also knew that cursing would not make the enemy lose a piece of meat. As long as you can't break through the blockade of the Changxing Army, you can't rescue Qingfuling.

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In the Qing Fuling Mausoleum, Zhang Dou was riding on a horse, and in front of him was a Jurchen spiritual guard.

An old man with a white beard in the crowd glared angrily at Zhang Dou, his eyes full of hatred.

Zhang Dou only glanced at it and saw the gorgeously dressed old man in the crowd, and immediately called Guo Luoluo, and pointed with the mace in his hand that was still dripping blood: "Who is he?" ”

Guo Luoluo looked at Zhang Dou's mace, and suddenly saw a pair of eyes that wanted to kill.

Subconsciously, he took a step back, for fear that the old man would rush up and tear him apart.

"Who is this man? In the same way, Ben Shuai will not ask the third time! Zhang Dou's voice was not loud, but it was like thunder in Goloro's ears.

Guo Luoluo lowered his head deeply, trembled and said, "Back ~ back to the handsome!" This~ This person is the elder brother of the old Khan who guards the imperial tomb! ”

When the old man heard Goloro's words, he suddenly stood up from the ground. Roared at Goloro, "Shut up! The Eight Banners Warriors will not have soft bones like you, you are not worthy of being a noble Jurchen at all! ”

Immediately, soldiers from the Changxing Army rushed up and punched and kicked the old man.

Although the old man looked like a mad tiger, his fists were invincible to his four hands, and he was a little older, and he was knocked to the ground in the blink of an eye.

But the old man still struggled to get up, and the soldiers of the Changxing Army wanted to step forward, but they were stopped by Zhang Dou waving his hand.

"Nurhachi's brother? How did it fall to the level of a mausoleum keeper? Is this what you call nobility? In the near future, you Jurchens will be trampled under the feet of the Changxing Army! Believe me! That day won't be too far away! Zhang Dou looked at the old man and smiled.

The old man opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, looked at Zhang Dou with disdain, and said, "Han? It's just a bunch of mud guys! They were born to be the cattle and sheep of the Jurchens, and they should be ruled by the noble Jurchens! ”

As soon as these words came out, many people around looked at the old man angrily.

"Noble Jurchens? What does nobility mean? Is it savage? How can you understand the splendid culture of China for thousands of years? The so-called nobility is nothing but self-deception! Zhang Dou glanced at the old man and said.

Just when the old man wanted to refute, an explosion sounded from the passage of the mausoleum, and the old man's face changed greatly when he heard the explosion.

A soldier hurriedly ran over, came to Zhang Dou to salute, and said with a happy face: "Handsome! The burial chamber exploded, and the corpse of the old slave could be dragged out soon! ”

This sentence was very loud, and the captured Jurchens immediately let out a cry when they heard it.

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